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Ruination
How can affliction
Repel tribulation
In a mutilated Nation?
Have you felt it real,
Lifetime climbing a hill
Yet treading on a treadmill ?
We live in terrains
Diversity could gain
But we grow a poisoned grain
How can affliction
Repel tribulation
In a mutilated Nation?
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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vamoose
From an elusive concept
Of an abusive romance
I prefer clean pairs of shoes
Shown, than the blood from a fool.
How they both had butterflies
In their stomachs, I know not
But from afar I saw lights
And its sparkles shined so bright.
Coming from hearts, with just flight
And hormones that felt alright…
Now the sparks comes from the files
Sharpening blades of their knives
While those hormones excited
Are great sadists by neglects,
“I hate you” they now recite
Picking bruises, all day and night
Ring that binds can be untied
So walk out, for sake of life
There are an unending lists
Of late plebs, who stayed in it
People smile and giggle too
In same love that involves two
Kindly show clean pairs of shoes
You deserve happiness too.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond
I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip
I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching
Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process
Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being
And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.
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Depth of sheds
Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!
We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…
It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…
Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?
Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?
Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?
Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.
Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues
Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.
I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains
I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…
But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…
These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…
But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south
Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Red orange Delilah
Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...
Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...
Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise
For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.
Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her
Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide
Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...
I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s diary: World’s greatest daughter
Staring at an infancy
I could smell her fantasies
And wonders of her dreams,
Walking through the autumn leaves.
With innocence at its peak
Belly laughing, at a trick
When she chuckles, I chuckle
When I guffaw, she guffaws.
She fetches the handkerchief
To dry tears on others cheek
She is a tower of strength
God bless her future friends…
There seems to be so much joy
Watching her pet her own toys
Pampering them like they breath
Dancing to songs and the beats
She reminds me time does flies
Reciting nursery rhymes
Watering flowers in jars
Bringing back the nostalgia.
Her mindset is an atlas
Running around with sparklers
Best part is when she calls me;
“Da.. da.. dad” exhorting me.
She is my first noble prize
More than it meets the eyes….
Of a billion, she chose me
And I like how great it feels.
Like the breeze from the ocean
Cooling soul with such passion
I’m proud to be the father
Of the world’s greatest daughter.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lament from tribal marks
Before the mouth produces a sound
Before the tongue would even be heard
I provided details of such nativity…
To tradition; I was its nitty gritty,
Finding my way down torn mortal flesh
Significantly more than scars can fetch
I had varying lines on the leather trace
Birthed from the blades of tribes and race.
I dignified pride, I was the mark of heritage
A healer older than the rock of age
I saved millions of lives from a bloodbath
Although I was also a victim of my own fate
I provided a tribal identification
Until my hosts felt I was an ugly vulture
A cock and bull hovering a cultural based
Disfiguring a supposed beautiful face…
As the night makes way for a new day
My existence gradually fades away
From bodies I gave the warmest embrace
Distinguishing them from another tribe and race.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: I would always be there
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Dad’s gonna be there all the time
He is your baby sitter, take high five…
Guffawing and chuckling, mess with the flour
Feel free, it is your time and that is for sure
Like a janitor, Dad’s gonna clean up the floor.
You’ve got a super hero in your Dad
That is a reason you no know harm
And forever will be his beautiful charm
But whenever you cross a road,
Busy or not, with or without a load
Always remember your crossing guard.
Now little Hazel, don’t you cry
Daddy’s always gonna be by your side
In the softest part of his heart is where you reside
Worry not about alarms and grounds that may shake
Daddy’s a firefighter he will keep you safe
From any form of eerie flames and shame…
Daddy’s girl worry about not a thing,
He is gonna buy you a diamond ring
And drive you round town, hearing you sing
With the names of your favorite toys and pets
If your pet ever fall sick, gnash no teeth
In dad you’re got the greatest of vets.
Although he is gonna give you all the tools;
That wouldn’t stop him from fighting your battles
He is proudly your watchman and force man too
Don’t you worry when your toys break or tear;
He is also your mechanic, he would repair
In his hats, are rabbits he pulls out to share
Enlightening you on all you need to know,
As your talent coach, your talents shall grow
And as your teacher, your grades shall know no low…
Just think about anything delicious; you got a chef,
A waiter and a baker, in dad and on his shelf
He has the recipes, the very best for your health…
Now little Hazel, hemorrhage may come
Daddy’s gonna be your superb doctor
Healing you, don’t be scared to explore
Life is a river, and if when you swim
In the shallowest or ones filled to brim
Remember, a life guard you have in him.
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Daddy may not be there all the time
After you’ve recited those nursery rhymes
But as your mail carrier, let it be clear
That you are forever his baby girl
And only good news your ears shall hear
Though everyday you learn new tricks
Dad is the scientist caught up in the mix
Studying all your new discoveries…
They say; what you sow is what we reap,
Daddy is a farmer, you were once his seed
Now a bountiful harvest is all he sees…
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The underestimated workforce
The sun scorches until the lightening strikes
For daily pay, with or without demanding wives
A manual worker’s life hurts more than a knife
Breaking, mixing and lifting things of heavy fetch
Some pierce through the fibers of an hippo’s flesh
Providing an excruciating pain hitting refresh
A million broken bones; ligaments are torn
I may have no firsthand experience for sure
But I have seen them with my naked eyes endure
The peanut’s sweat and insubordination,
And not to forget, their classification…
Powerless; yet, they are pillars of great Nations.
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